The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World

   Chapter 20 You can't take advantage of me if you're not drunk

   called Wen Fucheng according to the situation.

   Sitting in the cold drink shop, she held the milk tea with joy on the corners of her eyes and brows.

   When the phone got through, she immediately returned to normal.

   Zhang Yang glanced at the caller ID and didn't dare to ignore it. After receiving Wen Fucheng's signal, he took his mobile phone and walked out of the conference room.

   At the same time, Ying Zenan, who was looking at the plan, glanced at the man directly opposite.

   "Wen always wants to answer the phone. Don't worry about me and won't disturb me."

  Wen Fucheng pointed at the places that need to be changed in the plan, and said casually. "You should still care about it."

   Ying Zenan's hand holding the pen paused.

  What the **** are you talking about, don't you have any thoughts about the young master!

   The arrogance in the conference room is beyond the control of the assistant.

   "Hello Miss Ying, where are you now, I'll pick you up."

   The address was immediately reported, and Assistant Zhang arrived in less than 20 minutes.

   Yingjing got into the car and he specially adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and Yingjing said something casually. "Assistant Zhang, you are really caring."

   Zhang Yang smiled. "It's all ordered by President Wen."

  Wen Fu Cheng?

   She asked him to answer all the way, no matter what Zhang Yang asked, he would tell her without reservation.

   "Assistant Zhang, you answered too quickly, you don't even have to think about it? For example, I asked you if Wen Fucheng had ever talked to a girlfriend before!" She never had a chance to inquire about this in her previous life.

   "But what I said, Miss Ying, is true! I have been by Mr. Wen's side for so many years, and I have never seen him care about anyone."

   He won't be suffocated!

   Of course, this sentence should not be asked out of the mouth.

   She was afraid that the little assistant would say it in the next second. "Miss, if you have time, go check it out for yourself." She likes him and craves him, so she might not be able to resist the temptation.

   "Then you think I'm an exception?"

   It should be counted!

   How well the author wrote him! In the end, she picked up the cheap hehe.

   "Then what is he doing now?"

   "In Ying's Group."

Oh!

   In Ying's Group, but... Isn't Ying's Group her company?

  What is Wen Fucheng doing there?

   "Dynasty Entertainment and Ying will have a big cooperation project in the future. President Wen attaches great importance to this, and almost all of them will do it himself." He also emphasized the last few words.

  Miss Ying should understand.

   Yingjing not only understood it, but also overinterpreted it, making it impossible to be happy along the way.

   Zhang Yang didn't know if he was doing it right or not, but from the boss's attitude, at least it was very important to be there.

Although the    project has to be done, there are also vice presidents who can handle it at Dynasty Entertainment. Compared to this thankless project, he really couldn't figure out what benefits Wen Fucheng could get except for the occasion.

   Not only that, he also bought a house directly next to Ying.

   I believe you will know it soon!

   What a lucky little princess!

  Wen Fucheng just finished receiving news from Zhang Yang.

   Ying Zenan was debating whether to invite Wen Fucheng to dinner at night, but the man took the initiative to speak. "Mr. Ying is happy to work together. I have important things tonight. I will invite you to dinner next time."

   Hey, something happened! Something is good! Hurry up, hurry up.

   Ying Zenan's face showed disappointment, but in fact he was already smiling in his heart.

   I wish he left quickly.

right! I hope my brother will never regret it in the future.

   Ying Jing stared at the gate eagerly, and immediately jumped out of the car when Wen Fu Cheng came out.

   He walked towards her and stood quietly on the sunny side, shielding her from the dazzling light above her head. She was already talking to herself, but she didn't realize that she was covered by his shadow.

  From the perspective of the assistant, the boss is really gentle.

  Look at her and listen carefully to what she has to say.

   In order to get closer to her, he even stood beside the girl a little.

   got in the car and listened to her excitedly introducing him to a place to eat.

   "You won't be disappointed if you try it."

   "Well, what you recommend is definitely not bad."

   "Hey, that's not what I said. Second uncle, you know I didn't lie to you when you go to eat. I'm embarrassed for you to believe me so unconditionally."

"Is it not good?"

OK! But better than that.

  The whole process is enough to satisfy the addiction of being the master of the house.

   She and Wei Yi often come to this store and are familiar with the lobby manager. When she saw that she was here, she immediately arranged for a private room.

   Zhang Yang changed his face when he got the phone call.

   Fully play what it means to act blindly.

   "What, you were hit by a car. Is that car alright! It's not that you are alright!"

   "Ok, I'll be right here, don't worry."

  …

   After hanging up the phone, Assistant Zhang said very embarrassedly. "It's really unfortunate. I'm afraid I won't have a chance to eat with you, Miss Ying. I have a friend who was hit by a car on a business trip here. I don't have enough money with me. I have to go."

   "That's it! Does it need manpower, or let's go together!"

   That's okay.

   Of course not!

  A chance to be alone that was finally created.

   "It's alright, I'll go take a look. Come back if it's not serious." It's not a word from him if he doesn't come back at that time.

   Watching Assistant Zhang leave, Yingjing suddenly became a little cautious.

  Wen Fucheng sat down and poured some warm water into the two empty glasses next to each other.

   "Drink warm water to moisten your throat first, and tell the waiter if you want tea or a drink." He put down the teapot in his hand and looked towards the door. "OK?"

   Ying Jing Er returned to the room with a hot thought.

   Of course it’s good!

   She was sitting opposite him. The private room that used to look quite big suddenly became a little smaller. It turned out that the manager saw that they had less private room.

   Looking up at the scene, you can see his appearance completely.

  The ordered signature dish was on the table, and he couldn't wait to take a piece for him and put it in the empty bowl in front of him. "Small fried yellow beef, very tender."

   But she seemed to have forgotten one thing. In her previous life, Wen Fucheng, the president who was ill and hygienic, never ate the food that others gave him.

   "Dry...clean."

   At least it's clean now.

   She was nervous, Wen Fucheng grabbed the meat from the bowl with chopsticks, chewed it in her mouth, and swallowed it.

"delicious."

   Assistant Zhang Yang didn't come back until the end of the dinner, and while Wen Fucheng went to the bathroom to meet the scene, he took a small cup and secretly poured a little wine that Wen Fucheng ordered.

   She knew that this wine was his favorite drink in his previous life, and he would have a drink every time he was in a good mood.

   But he drank three whole glasses tonight.

   The scene is really curious about the taste.

   When Wen Fucheng came back, the little greedy cat was already lying on the table drunk.

   She dared to drink such a strong wine.

  Pink face, blurred eyes, holding a wine glass that will not fall.

   "On occasion."

  Wen Fucheng walked to her side, bent over and approached her, calling her name.

   "On occasion."

   The person who was lying on his stomach immediately stood up, patted his face, and sat very well. She looked at him, stretched out her little hand and poked the man in the face twice.

   "Wen Fucheng, I'm not drunk."

   Not drunk.

   This way, it would be difficult.

She was sitting on a chair, never expecting that he would take the initiative to squat down in front of her, take her hand, take off the hair band on her wrist, and bowed his head to kiss the scar that was about to grow. down.

   The tickle on his wrist wanted to retract.

   With his doting eyes and his helpless tone, he held her hand to his lips.

   "Then what should I do, Jing Bao, who is not drunk, can't take advantage of me."

   (end of this chapter)